DistrictDeacon
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Yes? I'm obviously missing the point/joke of the post.
6Ls going to 6L.
Yes? I'm obviously missing the point/joke of the post.
Reminds me of moving out of our condo building in DC a few years ago. The building wouldn't allow trucks to be in the loading area after 4 pm. The movers were awful and showed up very late two days in a row. The front desk person came by to investigate around 2 pm when our apartment was still mostly full of furniture and boxes and said "the truck can't be there after 4 pm" After she left the movers were like "we're not coming back here tomorrow" So we just kept going until we were moved out - probably 10 pm. Next day when I was turning my keys in the lady (who had left at 3 pm the day before), asked, "you were able to get everything out of there by 4 yesterday?" I said yes.
That was such a long day. Don't know why they were putting such restrictions on someone who was just trying to move out of the building, but raised my stress level to 10.
Reminds me of moving out of our condo building in DC a few years ago. The building wouldn't allow trucks to be in the loading area after 4 pm. The movers were awful and showed up very late two days in a row. The front desk person came by to investigate around 2 pm when our apartment was still mostly full of furniture and boxes and said "the truck can't be there after 4 pm" After she left the movers were like "we're not coming back here tomorrow" So we just kept going until we were moved out - probably 10 pm. Next day when I was turning my keys in the lady (who had left at 3 pm the day before), asked, "you were able to get everything out of there by 4 yesterday?" I said yes.
That was such a long day. Don't know why they were putting such restrictions on someone who was just trying to move out of the building, but raised my stress level to 10.
8+ hours to move out of a condo? Did you hire Two Midgets and a Truck?
Your story reminds me...
Before we bought a house, we temporarily lived in what could best be described as Felony Flats. The price was right, but everything else was wrong. (Or, you get what you pay for)
When we arrived with our moving truck on a scorching July Saturday, they had no keys to give us, the A/C was broken, the apartment was in a state of disrepair (nails lying around, half-finished paint jobs, missing bath fixtures etc.), and the whole place smelled like an ashtray. The rent-a-staffer on call that day couldn't do dick, and it turns out the other rent-a-staffer who worked with us to acquire the apartment was recently fired. I was so fucking defeated that day.
Went down a rabbit hole of old tunes on the YouTube last night. Phish, pumpkins, other stuff. Hadn't done that in a while. Good times.